My name is Nollaig, it’s the Irish word for Christmas. I
hate my name. My parents loved Christmas and that’s why they gave me such a
festive name, together with the fact that I was born on Christmas Day.

However, my parents are no longer with us after dying in a car accident on
Christmas Eve, five years ago.

Now I hate Christmas all together.

I always hated the fact that everyone got presents on my birthday. Now my
parents are gone and ever since then I just don’t feel like celebrating
Christmas. Everything about this holiday gives me sad memories.

I need a miracle to happen over the Christmas holiday to make me change my mind
about Christmas.

Who knew that a quick shopping trip would provide me with the miracle that I so
desperately needed?